Sally Chatterton is the Telegraph's deputy comment editor.

After what happened to Jennifer Lawrence, I'm relieved to be over 40

Never have I been so glad to be over 40. Poor Jennifer Lawrence is not so lucky. Pictures of her all buffed in the buff (I looked. I'm sorry. Didn’t you?) have been flashed around the world at Twitter speed. They were taken on her mobile phone and snaffled, so one story goes, from Apple’s online storage device, iCloud. You’d have thought this was pretty secure, but there are ways of sneaking through security settings – mother’s maiden name, Mr Google?. Other stories suggest that Dropbox, another online storage site, was to blame. But however he managed it – it’s got to be a he, hasn’t it? – the privacy-violating creep and bed-wetter who stole them from her private account also circulated a hit list of other celebrities along with the 60 or so photos of J-Law in various states of undress.

Sixty? Oh big-eyed Narcissus! What was she up to? Researching a role? Checking her hair? That's a fair number of shots. True, I've had to buy extra storage since there are so many nude pictures in my iCloud account. They’re not of me though. They’re of my children – in the bath, leaping off the sofa, tearing the house apart. Snap snap snap. I have to fight the urge to post them on Facebook and show everyone how beautiful my naked kids are. That’s the trouble with devices and digital media: their powerful alliance encourages the exhibitionist to do daft things – as well the besotted amateur. I will tell my daughter, when the time comes, that there is no such thing as "secure" when it comes to storing stuff online. How different things were when you had to pop down to Boots with a roll of film to be developed.

Anyway, it shouldn't matter what Miss Lawrence was up to, or for whom. It certainly wasn't us. But she isn’t alone in spending her private time taking such snaps. According to a YouGov poll early this year, 30 per cent of British adults aged 39 and under said they had taken naked photos of themselves using a camera of some kind. (A flabbergasting one fifth of under 40s had filmed themselves having sex.) The poll showed that a far smaller proportion of the over 40s are doing it though (pace Ian Botham). Yes, I know there’s a certain beauty to bodies past their prime: teased by gravity, marked with the kintsugi of ageing. But I don’t want to take pictures of mine for me to look at. For anyone to look at. But when I was pert, curved and smooth, now that’s a different matter. And that’s why I’m so glad I’m over 40. Because when I was Miss Lawrence’s age there was no internet and no iPhone. Just Boots.